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Sep 2014
Ran the jackhammer today
cutting asphalt for drain pipes.
Stood in a light rain
balancing the hammer as the blade
                               broke
                 ­    slowly
                           deeper
and thought of things far away.
You have to.

After work, when I got home,
I touched my small boy's outstretched hand:
my fingers hummed like tuning forks.
Written by
Ben Jacques  Stoneham, Mass.
(Stoneham, Mass.)   
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